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Ah, my teenage years!
Unforgettable
The fun driving lessons
In the summertime,
many moons ago
with my dearly departed father
lingering,
precious,
magnolia-scented memories
Perennially haunting
and tantalizingly close
to recall
I fondly remember
my father's patience
through it all
Riding shotgun,
helping me
steer the wheel
with a steady left hand
"Easy now, son...easy on the gas pedal..."
"Return the steering wheel after every turn..."
Oh, I remember
those calm, silken words of his
all too well
Memories worth
more than gold;
too expensive
to be bought
Lines Of Ten That Remind You What It Was Like Back Then Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 09/27/2018
We entreat the God of Love with glee sweet natures candy! Nervously naturally fearlessly did hurry to the water spring as the rushing winds blew swiftly to the Spring time Garden of expectations to take a look from deep inside to see with eyes wide open Spring time love is here! With eyes of mist we drop a tear Let the earth rejoice bring forth good treasures far and near good men out of the treasures of his heart and mind brings forth good fruit the taste is tantalizingly sweet to the taste of the mouth as the wind blows in the midst of the souls meet become one all over the world and beyond the wind blows kisses to the earth the horizons the mountain valley low in stagest winds blow north south east west winds blows sweetly it is spring again Remeber me as the garden grows and the winter rest flows from the snow winter troubles galore by the sea shore with wet tears fears snowy water reveal winter cold emotions that lived now gone we see the sun! And rest upon this acros the fields were rest is given come unto me you that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of me for I am meek and lowly in heart and you shall find rest unto your soul so we went in the Lords door for our heart was bind together and the soul became much lighter for we became one for his yoke is easy and his burdens are light love always win. After that winter storm ceased we flew to the resting place called Spring!
Burning tears force their way
out of my reddened eyes,
those portals to this aggrieved soul.
Without end they flow,
falling freely down to the ground,
on these steps where this
broken shell of a man lies,
leaking stray pain.
They leave their wet marks
on this cold concrete,
spots of damp presenting
short-lived evidence of my torment.
I thought I was over her,
over the memories,
over this.
And yet here I reside,
amid the reminiscences and revulsion,
crippled and lame.
What is there to do?
What remains, when what once was
your reason for being, your goal,
your whole life,
lies in peaceful bliss, miles away,
without you?
All I ever wanted,
all I ever needed,
all there ever was,
was so close, so tantalizingly near,
and then fled from my side
at the first sign of the storm,
ran when reality knocked at the door.
She made me feel whole.
Complete; alive; needed.
Loved.
Then she walked out,
proved it all a lie.
I want these memories gone.
I want my happiness back.
What to do,
when you don't matter;
in her eyes or yours.
Sometimes......
Sometimes,
You wish,
Sometimes you imagine,
And,
Sometimes you wonder
Sometimes you wish
Two birds in the bush
Are,
Worth more than one
In the hand....
Sometimes,
You wish, wishes
Were horses
So,
Beggars can ride
Sometimes,
You wonder why
The grass always appears greener
On the other side
Sometimes,
You wonder why
Some have so much
While,
Others hunger, die
For want of wisdom
Sometimes,
You imagine you could
Eat your cake
And,
Still have it
Sometimes,
You wonder why
All fingers are not equal
Why,
Some seas are tantalizingly blue and transparent
While others are,
Black, romantic and dangerous as night
Sometimes,
You wish,
You could turn back
The hands of the clock
And sometimes,
You wish,
You could fast forward it
Sometimes,
You wonder why,
Some places experience
Endless sunshine
Others,
Scorching winter
Sometimes,
You wish you could
Make a mountain
Out of a mole hole
Sometimes,
You wish you could
Bite your nose
To spite your face
Sometimes,
You wish nightfall
Never comes
And sometimes,
You dread
Cock crow at dawn
Sometimes,
Sometimes you wish,
Sometimes you imagine,
And,
Sometimes, you wonder and wonder and wonder........
A dream remnant floated in the air
A spellbinding way to entice new lovers
A myriad of emotions flooded Cornelius as he
Caressed his true love faerie, Flora
Eternally grateful to find her, he sat back
Admiring her neck, the exact color of his prettiest
Most aromatic roses
The young lovers bathed in a fresh birdbath
Tantalizingly fun
All melancholy gone, Cornelius was
Captivated and enchanted by his lady love.
The bud of a weeping almond tree floated gently down,
Gliding onto the top of the water.
The night was tranquil.
Only the moon spied on them
There was a whisper of a breeze
His love song came out,
He knew he would never love like this again
As he took Flora into his arms and began to dance.
I didn’t mean to invade her privacy,
I was simply taking the trash out late that night;
I never noticed how from the back of the house
You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light.
The curtains were sheer and not completely closed,
Her silhouette was outlined and her flesh exposed;
I am not a peeping Tom but in my tracks I froze,
Watching her tantalizingly removing her clothes.
She stood in front of her full length mirror;
I inched a little closer to see her clearer.
It was as if she was even teasing herself,
Slowly undressing and watching her own reflection;
Her fingertips caressing the smooth exposed flesh;
Her exhibition demanded my full attention.
She is twenty-five years old and my neighbor’s daughter;
I am twice her age and a little bit more;
I know I am wrong to be standing here watching
But a more beautiful nubile I’ve never seen before.
Her clothes are now strewn on the floor by her feet,
She is totally naked and pleased by the sight;
Slowly she turns looking over her shoulder,
Making sure all of her parts are shaped just right.
God must be very angry at me,
But, God created this wondrous beauty.
She took inventory of body parts with both of her hands,
Pleasing herself with her delicate touch;
I knew that I should be turning away;
I was enjoying her exploring a bit too much.
She kissed her own reflection returned in the mirror
Then turned and walked toward the windows;
Just before pulling down the night shade
She waved to me hiding in the shadows.
Ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my actions,
I returned to my house all alone;
She knew I was watching and vexed by her beauty,
It was me she was teasing all along.
Yet it brought back memories of when I was younger
And my wife more beautiful than she;
Although I’m a widower for seven long years,
That night, again my bride was with me.
Spring tantalizingly unfolds vernal, winsome
Blossoms of lilies pristine, undulating to appease
Fawning nectar-dreams adrift on wings of bees
Frolicking tranquility of rustling flowering trees
Refulgent summer, too, unpacks variegated
Revelry on rivers, oceans, flamboyant meadows
As ubiquitously nature paints blooms primrose
On hills and valleys oscillating jubilant shadows
Autumn’s brilliance courts dazzling ebullience
Of mellowed sun scintillating eventide’s ruby glow
Where gamboge leaves of fall amber winds blow
As passions of romance vie moonlit stellar show
Snowfalls titillate, unveiling vehement winter
In eyes of lovers ruminating in blessings of yore
When enticing beats of hearts indulgently implore
Aesthetic glacial memories venerated evermore
July 31, 2021
Placed 1st: Alpha lines poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Rhyme Contest
"It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted."
~ Mary Ellen Chase
We enjoy the whistling wind as we walk,
The cool morning breeze calms and charms us,
A peacock is perched on a peepal tree,
Its fine feathers flowing fascinatingly,
Its sound of squawking seems sophisticated,
Like mystical music to its magnificent mate;
The butterscotch-orange ball blooms in the blue,
A snake slithers silently in the sewer nearby,
Songbirds tweet tantalizingly in the tall trees,
Vehicles plying on the highway are a vision to view,
Blushing bougainvilleas have blossomed in bunches,
Numerous neem trees line the narrow footpath,
A squirrel squeezes through a small, square hole,
And we uncover God's wonders as He unveils a new day.
Sweetly breathing springtime,
exhilarating;
singing songsters sublime,
communicating.
Winter damage mended,
tantalizingly;
snowstorms, snowflakes ended,
agonizingly.
Flowers blooming pretty,
appreciated;
growing fragrant airy,
invigorated.
Springtime beauty delight,
unfathomable;
dancing, whirling nephrite,
imaginable.
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February 15, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Springtime Beauty
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9947-00-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 88 Syllables
sponsor, Joseph May
Third Place
This haven is where possibilities
And wonder perfectly blend.
Oh, the tranquility!
A most beautiful escape; don't wake me.
On bed of roses, I sleep;
A delightful repose
So tantalizingly close to heaven;
Let me sleep forevermore,
Please, do not wake me now.
There is no key to unlock this kingdom
The door is always open
To those who dare to dream!
Date written: 06/07/2018